A Gentle Step

The quiet room softened around me. I blinked, and the golden grain beneath my paws felt solid, warm, and real. I paused, tilting my head slightly. With careful, tiny steps, I inched forward across the smooth wooden tabletop, feeling the faint grooves beneath my feet. Right near the edge, I reached out one paw and lightly tapped the polished timber. A faint, soft sound answered back. I can move, and the stillness listened.